For several long moments, I stand in the spray, my eyes closed and the water running down my face. Questions plow through my mind like runaway trains, leaving a mushy mess of confusion in their wake.
Maybe it's better this way. Better that Sean's reminded me of what I have and what I shouldn't want or try to take. Though I try to focus on this, lathering the glorious shampoo through my hair, I find myself still deeply divided.
The simple fact is I want Dorian. Too.
My yearning for him isn't going to be extinguished no matter how much I tell myself that there's a right thing and a wrong thing, and that stringing him along is definitely a wrong thing. Or—maybe I'm not stringing him along. Am I?
When I think about it, the one other creature on this planet who's ever stirred the sexual desires buried inside me like Dorian does is Sean.
And they're brothers.
I glance heavenward. Sweet goddess, how perverse is that?
